Fat Lex!

Yesterday, dear told me that my neck looked like a pipe, as the neck seemed to be in line with the head. *OuCh!!!*

Then, when I went to office… 3 colleagues told me that I seemed to have put on weight. *cRuSheD!!!* I snapped there and then. My ego can only take a maximum of 2 comments a day… l0l, and 4 is twice the approved limit.

So, on the way back home, I told myself that I would definitely have to go jogging later on. In the end, not only did I not go jogging, but I also ended up eating durian (read: calories) late at night before sleeping.

This morning, I weighed myself and I feel disgusted that I am now a constant 78kg. Short and stout, they used to call me. Now it should be short and fat. Bummer.

That’s it! The intense training sessions begin… on Sunday. I shall play basketball early in the morning at CCC, then followed by a normal lunch, and a small dinner. Next week onwards, it shall be small dinners for me! Weights on Tuesday and Thursday, and jogging (or basketball as an alternative) on Wednesday.

I shall blog about it if I succeed, or fail. 75kg should must be my immediate target. Go go go!!

 

Have you ever wondered…

I watched Fame yesterday, with my darling… and must say that the movie was very nice! If you’re a Moulin Rouge / Mamma Mia fan, you should definitely catch it.

During the movie however, I had a thought.

Have you ever wondered… what you would do if;

• You were a singer, and you lost your voice?
• You were a dancer, and you lost the use of your legs?
• If you were a music teacher, and you lost your sense of hearing?
• If you were a movie buff, and you lost your sense of sight?
• If you were a chef, and you lost your sense of taste?
• If you were a coffee gourmet, and you lost your sense of smell?
• If you were a general worker, and you lost the use of your arms?

So many what ifs, and I’m not done yet. However, I can’t just go on and on, rambling nothings like they were yesterday.

Anyways, it’s just a thought. Think about it.

 

NUFC is on the rise again!

Newcastle’s win against Plymouth made it 5 home wins for my team, equalling the record set last season. Was it that bad last season? Don’t remind me.

Goals from Steven Taylor, Kevin Nolan and Andy Carroll secured a 3-1 victory against a team we last faced in the 91-92 season.

That, and a 5-1 thrashing from West Brom(?!?) against Middlesborough brought us up to 2nd place. However, Danny Simpson, the young defender loaned to us from Manchester United, came off injured in the 30th minute. We are seriously lacking in numbers at the moment, and if the next league game produces yet another injury, I think we’ll be screwed.

Howay the lads!!!

 

JUMP!

My birthday treat from dear wasa pair of tickets to see the last show of JUMP!, a comedy-cum-martial arts presentation from a group of South Koreans. From the programme booklet which I purchased at $6 (painfully expensive initially but now worth so much more), it seemed that we would be in for a laugh… and I sure as heck wasn’t disappointed by it!

Laugh I sure did… and to the point that beads of perspiration replaced the cold air that my skin felt. Amazing techniques, these guys sure could perform!

At the end of the show, dear went to queue up to get the programme booklet autographed.. by all 9 cast members!

I’ll try to post some photos up tonight. Till then.

 

September 11th

I remember this day, 7 years ago. Though I’m not American, I feel that this sort of thing doesn’t affect just the Americans.

One way or another, it has definitely had a real impact on our lives.

I remember watching CNN that night, in shock and in horror, the Twin Towers collapsing one after the other, as though it was in a movie. I really can’t possibly fathom the thoughts of those that were there, those that wished that someone they loved had not been there, those that lost their lives trying to save the hundreds and thousands of people, those that were not supposed to be there that fateful day but had to do so to cover someone’s shift… the list goes on.

My thoughts, prayers and tears go out to these people.

 

That’s it.

I caught the match between Aston Villa and Newcastle on Starhub yesterday night. Well, sort of. What I did was to catch it on the Mosaic, which meant a reduction in screen size to 1/16 of the TV size, and make me more reliant on the audio rather than visual aspect of the game. I watched it till Gareth Barry’s powerful shot took a wicked deflection off Damien Duff’s right foot, and into the bottom right of Steve Harper’s goal, before switching off the telly there and then. I knew that Arse’s luck like that would mean it would be hard to keep Newcastle up… and I was right.

 Apparently, where their first half display was solid but yet meek, the second half was toothless. With that, I would think that Newcastle’s leeches would be offloaded in an attempt to bridge the gap of Championship football next season.

I expect an exodus of no less than 8 of the current squad. I would guess that these are the few;

1. Joey Barton. This fellow is definitely top on my list to go. No stranger to trouble. At least when Craig Bellamy was around, he could score goals setting aside his troubles.

2. Jose Enrique. I miss John Beresford. Period.

3. Michael Owen. I think he would be better off playing with his horses.

4. Jonas Gutierrez. To be fair, I thought that Spiderman was something. That being said, he seemed to be affected by the saga with Keegan and Ashley.

5. Colocinni. Likewise with the above.

6. Obefemi Martins. On-off relationship with almost all the managers he’s been working under.

7. Sebastian Bassong. He proclaimed that he would definitely leave NUFC if they were relegated. A fine comment to make, considering that he managed to get himself red carded and all. What a load of help.

8. Damien Duff. Nice chap. But I think, like me, he’s past it.

9. Xisco. Three words. Wtf.

I do hope that up-and-coming stars like Nile Ranger will stay on and help push Newcastle straight up into the Premier league, rather than go down and bite the dust like Leeds United. I hope, too, that Freddy Sheppard or Sir John Hall re-takes St James from Mike Ashley, who has undoubtedly made Newcastle United the laughing stock of the BPL this season.

 

Swiss Roll

Dear asked me a question today.

Why is a swiss roll called a swiss roll?

As a matter of fact, I didn’t know! So I told her that I would have to check it out. I then went through Wikipedia and this is what I got;

Swiss roll is a type of sponge cake roll. The thin cake is made of eggs, flour and sugar and baked in a very shallow rectangular baking tray, called a sheet pan. The cake is removed from the pan and spread with jam or butter cream, rolled up, and served in circular slices.

The origins of the term “Swiss” roll are unclear and the cake originated in Central Europe and not Switzerland. It is a traditional German, Hungarian and probably Austrian type of cake. The shape of the Swiss roll has inspired usage of the term as a descriptive term in other fields, such as in optics.

Just food for thought for those of you who ever wondered about it.

 

Happy Easter to all… and 0mg!

I was about to key in a long awaited boring post about how I had not been blogging for so long and yada-yada-yada when Wifey came in and told me that she’s having spotting. 0mg 0mg!

Is she in labour?

I can’t say. She doesn’t know. Haha… she just feels a little bit of a tummy ache. That’s all. We can’t really confirm at this time. That’s why I called for our Gyne. But, he’s busy at the moment, so I can’t confirm it.

Does this mean that Wifey can’t get baptised tonight? Goodness… I really don’t know. Finally, our baby feels like coming out already. Haha…. last night, as I played Jason Mraz’s and Rihanna’s cds, baby kept kicking Wifey, to our amusement. It felt like baby was dancing inside! Hehe..

Man… I am a really late bloomer when it comes to feeling stuff. Pain, anguish, sadness, happiness… they always come late for me. Am I anxious? I can’t say that I am. I certainly don’t feel anything now… it’s like normal.

Oh bugger… think she is due already. Gotta go to the Hospital. Cheers! Wish us luck!

 

Our First Year Anniversary

Ai Ling and I celebrated our first year as a married couple at the stroke of midnight in a way that we could not have expected.

We arrived home on Saturday night just after mid-night (thus technically it was Sunday) and realised that someone stole our doorbell.

Yes. That’s right.

Our doorbell.

Now, what kind of sick demented person would want to steal a doorbell from a young couple? What kind of fetish might that person have?

Well I don’t know, but to that person, that fella, who stole our doorbell… I have this to say.

Thank you. Thank you for letting my ears take a rest from hearing a nice melody streaming out from the doorbell alarm each time someone rings it. I do hope that you have some use for it. Please don’t it go to waste. And, if in fact you took it to replace your own and realised that it doesn’t fit, could you kindly return it back to us?

Sincerely yours

A couple without a doorbell

 

Busy dad-to-be

It’s been quite hectic for me these past few weeks, in terms of workload, family life and the Church. Family life, as some of you might be aware of, is about to get more hectic in the coming months.

There are plenty of things happening, and about to happen. One is to get the darn contractor to come back and repair the shoddy workmanship to the house. One is to finally paint the baby cot. One is to start re-learning all my basketball tactics, so that I can impart it to the kids at Church. One is to clear up the enormous mess that is called my workstation. One is to lose weight. One is to save money which isn’t really there.

So many things to do, so little time.

But I’m loving it (“,)